Intimidated by a cooling specialist

A late model Cadillac pulled into the driveway with a rooster tail of dust.

An exotic-looking woman with olive skin and bright Auburn hair stepped out.

She wore a figure-hugging chartreuse tank top tucked into a printed sarong skirt that revealed long bare legs and a pair of jeweled sandals. As the woman headed towards the house’s entrance, Daisy caught a glimpse of her face; pale skin, sharp features, and full lips emphasized by crimson lipstick. Daisy thought there was no way that was the cooling specialist the air conditioning company had sent. Her short but shapely nails were well-manicured, and there was no way they could handle tools during an air conditioner tune-up. Daisy had called the air conditioning business to fix the thermostat and deliver an air conditioning filter. Daisy felt frumpy with her plaid shirt and jeans and, for a moment, felt the need to know more about air conditioning; maybe it would improve her fashion sense. She introduced herself as the homeowner, and the lady introduced herself as an air conditioning expert. Daisy hid her shock and proceeded to show her to the air conditioning installation. The filter was okay, but she voiced her opinion of getting a HEPA filter next to determine if it would improve the air quality. The a/c rep then checked and tuned the temperature control and the heat pump. She was thorough in avoiding air conditioning repair where necessary. Even as she left, Daisy had difficulty processing what had transpired; who knew beauty queens were working on cooling products? Maybe cooling technology had that effect on ladies. The lady was efficient and professional and told her that she was on her way to a personal engagement, hence the outfit. Daisy didn’t feel any less frumpy. All in all, her cooling equipment was running smoothly.

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